Monday, July 29, 2013

Katie continued down the path. She
came to a small stream of running water. While searching for a place to pass,
she heard Donnie’s voice calling her name. “Katie,
where are you? I’ve caught a nice batch of fish for supper.” She
found a shallow place to cross the stream and followed Donnie’s voice into the
forest. She found him kneeling beside a fire. He was placing four large, silver
fish into a frying pan. “There you are,” he
said, looking up. “Aren’t these beauties? I caught them just a little while ago
in that stream back down the path. Come on, sit down and we’ll have a nice fish
dinner. I’m sure they won’t taste as good as Grams’s, but I’ll do my best.” Katie
sat down on a log opposite Donnie. She suddenly felt very hungry. Her stomach
growled at the enticing smell of the fish cooking. “Sounds
like we’d better feed you fast before your stomach attacks us,” said Donnie,
laughing. “Be
ready, Katie,” said her spirit within. “Don’t let our guard down. We don’t know
what’s coming for Donnie.” “Don’t these fish smell great?” said Donnie.
“I can’t wait to sink my teeth into them.” “Four
lost souls are crying in pain!” a rough voice radiated through the woods. “You have taken what doesn’t belong to
you.” As
Katie looked toward the voice, a man appeared. His build was squat, but stout.
He had thick limbs and knobby hands. On his head was a mass of tangled red
curls. A long, scraggly red beard dropped from his face. His garments were brown
and weathered. In his hand he gripped a stout staff which he pounded into the
ground as he spoke. “You are trespassing
in my moor and have slain four of my charges. It is forbidden to eat the meat
of the creatures I protect.” Then suddenly his voice became sweet as honey.
“You are new here. Come with me to my lair. I will teach you the secrets of the
moor. I’ll show you which berries and nuts will satisfy your hunger without
causing harm to my creatures.” “I’m
game,” said Donnie. “Sounds interesting. Want to come, Katie?” “No!” yelled Katie,
grabbing Donnie’s hand. “He’s the Brown Man of the Moors. If we follow him, he
will take us to his lair and kill us. Run, Donnie. Now!” The
Brown Man pounded his staff on the ground. “You must pay for your crime!” he
shouted. Thunder and lightening flashed through the now darkened sky.

Monday, July 22, 2013

“Ah, yes,” said Gump, with a twinkle
in his eye, “the Sword of Fortitude. I could have guessed that one.” Gump
looked proudly at the weapon Donnie held out before him. Then he slapped Donnie
on the back. “Son, with this weapon you not only receive the gift of strength
and determination but also the ability to see things clearly. No magic can
cloud your eyes. You will see your enemy in his or her natural state which in
Fey is of great importance since shape shifting is a weapon used by many.”

Donnie
twisted the blade in his hand. He couldn’t believe how light it felt. He looked
at the proud dwarf. “I will do my best to use it wisely, Gump. Thank you,” he
said, sheathing the sword in his belt.

“Cool,
I’m next!” said Billy. Billy repeated the ritual. The wagon seemed to be
searching for something. Weapons clattered jumping up and down. Then finally a
golden cape appeared in Billy’s hand.

“This
isn’t a weapon,” yelled Billy, throwing the cape back into the wagon. “I want
something else!” The wagon threw the cape into Billy’s face covering his eyes.
As Billy pulled the cape down around his shoulders, he noticed the other kids
staring at him in confusion.

“What?”
asked Billy, looking at their bewildered faces. “What’s wrong with all of you?
I just changed my mind. Gump said we could pick our own weapon. Didn’t you,
Gump?” Billy looked anxiously at Gump.

“Billy,
where are you?” asked Katie.

“I’m
right here,” said Billy. “Have you gone blind?” Billy removed the cape and
holding it in his hands asked, “What is this thing anyway?”

“That,” said Queen Utopia, “is The
Cape of Illusion. It is a very powerful weapon when used properly. It can make
you invisible, or it can transform you into anything or anyone you desire. The
cape also mimics the power of the being, therefore transferring that magical
power to the wearer.”

Monday, July 15, 2013

As everyone stared, transfixed on the
chest, the latch turned. The lid slowly creaked upward until the chest stood
fully opened.

Katie
looked frantically around the attic. There had to be something made out of iron
up here. There was just about anything you could imagine in this attic, and
right now things you never would have. Keeping one eye warily on the chest, she
scanned the room and spotted something silver under a pile of clothes. She
slowly worked her way towards it. As she grabbed the object, a large hairy
brown hand grabbed the side of the beautiful chest.

Katie
held her breath. What on earth was that?

Maybe something bad had killed their
guide and replaced him. The object in her hand was heavy. Surely, it was made
out of iron. Maybe they had a chance
after all.

Monday, July 8, 2013

“Doomsday Fairy,” Katie
grinned, “actually, that would be a great nickname for a nix.” Her emerald eyes
narrowed. “They’re very devious creatures who lure men to their death with
their illusion of beauty. They persuade men to follow them deep into the forest
to a pool of beautiful blue water.

Once there the poor beauty accidentally
slips into the water. The devastated man leans over the water desperately
seeking his lost love. She calls to him and he leans closer and closer.
Suddenly a green, scaly hand springs out of the water and grabs him around the
neck, pulling him down, down, down into a watery grave.

Under the water she
kisses him.” Katie pushed pursed lips at her brother. “with fat fishy lips,
sucking his life source right out of his body. The next day they find the man’s
body lying next to the pool all bloated, green, and smelly, like he’s been in
the water for years.” “Now you’re talking!” said Billy. “You can go to the
masquerade
ball as your nix all
green, fish lipped and scaly, and I’ll be your bloated victim zombie.” Billy
puffed out his stomach and filled his cheeks with air. He walked stiff-legged
around Katie with his arms straight out to the sides. Deflating himself he
said, “No, that won’t work, because then we’d have to try to explain what we
are to everyone.”

“But that would be
great, Billy!” exclaimed Katie. “Then I could tell them what to do to protect
themselves if they met a nix!”

C. L. Collar

About Me

I am down to earth country girl and have lived most of my life in small town America. I have a passion for laughter and a strong love of God and family. I was introduced into the world of magic and poetry by my mother at a very young age through the book Silver Pennies, and fell in love with fanciful writing. I presently live in Darrouzett, Texas with my husband and a very extensive furry family.

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Books By Me

These are books that I have published and are available onlineJust click on the picture to link for purchase.

The McCory Chronicles: Katie McCory & The Dagger of Truth

A mysterious golden chest in Grams’s attic, a stained-glass window that never ages, and a strange dream. What do these three things have in common? MAGIC. This magic sends twins, Katie and Billy, and their two best friends on a quest into Fey in pursuit of a stolen talisman, The Dagger of Truth. In the hands of dark magic, this mighty talisman can be transformed into The Dagger of Malice and possess the power to destroy both Fey and mortal Earth. The friends are guided on their mission by four good fairies, a Brownie, Sun Fairy, Sphinx, and The Green Lady. Armed with magical weapons, gifted from the Dwarfs, they go in pursuit of the thief, a Soul Shrinker, and his mother the Queen of the Dark Fairies. Come along for the ride as “The Chosen Ones” step into an exotic land full of danger, magic and mystery.

Finding Fey: A Book of Fairy Tales

Let’s take a trip into the Land of Enchantment where everything is magical and always unpredictable. The Land of Fey has both intrigued and inspired humans since the beginning of time. Finding Fey brings you a new breed of fairy tale. One that reintroduces you to old myths and legends in a family friendly way. These stories and poems are meant to be read, remembered and shared for the pure enjoyment of Finding Fey. So let us begin. Look into the twilight at the end of day and find the lighted pathway into the Land of Fey.

Into the Light

Celeste, a young woman caught in a web of abuse and self- destruction, finds herself visited by a very beautiful and powerful fairy, Queen Brighid the Bright. The fairy queen has come to guide Celeste to the truth about herself and her life so that Celeste may finally step into the light and follow her destiny.

Seasons Remembered

Seasons Remembered This book contains four of my stories along with many others from my very talented writers group. You can get your copy @ ~

Seasons of Life

Join us in letting the imagination run free in these stories of lifetime moments ranging from both fleeting and profound, humorous and heart wrenching to healing and shattering. The Seasons of Life shares varied tales of a time in the summer where the sun both blesses and blisters, of a time in the spring where rains help us grow, but sometimes washes away. Where fall is beautiful and poignant but also dying as it prepares for the inevitable winter of equal amounts of cozy fires and bitter cold. Bartlesville, OK has many talented authors and we are honored to share their work with you in a WordWeavers fundraiser.